"This is impossible. What is going on? Yang Chen, that brat, so many years ago, he was only..." Fu Longyue trailed off as he suddenly recalled Yang Chen's talent, as well as the original reason he had hunted him down.
Why had he hunted Yang Chen?
It was because Yang Chen had been too monstrous, killing the Black Dragon Cult's genius and becoming a thorn in their side, a nail in their flesh.
Could Yang Chen really have remained unchanged all these years?
It was just that this change had come so swiftly it caught everyone completely off guard. Had Yang Chen truly become the Young Peak Master of Changlin Peak in the Northern Territory Sect?
He knew very well that even Wang Tong standing before him was someone he had to carefully cater to with a respectful face. Yet Wang Tong's actual status was still inferior to that of a Young Peak Master.
Why? Because behind a Young Peak Master stood a Great Emperor. In his eyes, a Great Emperor was a transcendent existence too distant to reach. As the Young Peak Master of Changlin Peak, Yang Chen had such an existence as his protector.
Fu Longyue's expression immediately darkened. He knew things had gone terribly wrong.
The grudge between him and Yang Chen had almost reached the point of irreconcilability. Asking him to apologize now, then smile and chat warmly with Yang Chen—how could he possibly do that?
But whether Fu Longyue could do it or not, Wang Tong had no intention of showing him a pleasant face. With biting chill in his voice, he said, "What, you bullied our Young Peak Master back then. Do you think our Young Peak Master can still be bullied by you now? Fu Longyue, if you do not clearly explain this